User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Tavern of the Rusted Claw/@comment-26024035-20160423181424

Flags whipped in the harsh sea gale as the Wasp sailed for Blackraven Isle. Sored, promoted by Slank to bosun, proved invaluable in curbing the past discontent of the two crews made one, and had even managed to put down a small mutiny before it had even began. But by the envious looks he continuously cast upon Raggs, it was clear that there was only one position he could ever be happy in- Captain, and Raggs had taken that away from him.

Slank meanwhile seemed to concentrate most of his time on scheming with Swisher and several other trustees, drinking and hatching plots with them in his cabin. Fizalra would be his to kill, and on that he was adamant. He had always disliked the ferret. even before her apparent treachery, for reasons he had never discussed.

It was night now, and the ship moaned softly in the pleasant darkness, riding the black waves. Soon, Slank knew, Blackraven would be upon them.